Passion for sharing and reflections

Visiting Pitalo Church last Saturday was very heartwarming. Thankfully my best buddy offered his motorcycle for a free ride, as the vehicle I used to have is all just but a memory. Though it’s scary riding a motorcycle for the first time ever, in a very long travel, yet Ley made it a safe and fun travel after-all. Thanks Lan!

I thank God for a blissful 2014 and claiming for more heavenly blessings this 2015!

I was reading today a beautiful piece of writing sent to me in Brad Listi’s latest newsletter. If you haven’t yet acquainted yourself with The Nervous Breakdown, it’s a crying shame.

It reminded me of my first true love. A man with a red corvette, curly brown hair and a heart of pure gold. We lived a long-distance relationship throughout our college years. Many trips from either of our college towns down the nine-hour drive to a large southern city populated with either Limos or Toyota Corollas and, for a few weeks a year, one red corvette and two people in love.

During our summer breaks, I spent many a day or evening at his college-town apartment; until 11 pm or 3 am-if we fell asleep in each others arms. He was the quiet shield from the beatings at home of one parent or the crass treatment by a step-mother that only…

I saw an inspirational video from Life Secrets. The video was a story about an old blind man sitting in the street with his two bare hands begging alms from the people passing by. The sound of every penny droplet painted a smile on his face. Suddenly, a lady wearing black corporate coat approached her. He touched her shoes, feeling it, and hoping she will drop a little something. Yet she didn’t. Instead, she took the piece paper (from a torn box) beside the old man and wrote something at the back of the paper where a note was written “I’m blind please help me.”

I love books. One of the little books I bought last 2008 was the “The Next 500 Stories by Frank Mihalic, SVD. It’s a red colored book and the 3rd volume of Fr. Mihalic’s collection of anecdotes and short stories. What I like about it is its simple conversation and it’s enriched with wisdom, wit and humor. According to Fr. Frank the purpose of his book is to be of help to his Pacific islands brothers and sisters who need stories to communicate their messages. He believes in the Indian guro Vyasa’s observation that “the shortest distance between a human being and a truth is a story.”

Arrived home past 10 in the evening today and the red book seemed to greet me tonight. Missed reading it also because lately I’ve been hanging out with new books of leadership and management. Well, now I’m glad I’m with it. I need to re-charge myself from work and life pressures. And I love to share the story no. 214. It really helped me re-charged realizing my best ally is in me.

Fr. Frank said “a story is not story ’till we retell it. So here it is…

ME AND MYSELFSome people can’t bear to be by themselves.They must have action and sound.Left to their own devices,They aimlessly flounder around.Some folks don’t seem to have what it takesTo spend one hour alone,And thus they never really foundWhat inner sources they own.Now, as much as I like people,And enjoy their company,There’s a part of each day I must wander away,Just to talk things over with me.Try it sometime and you’ll be surprisedAt how little yourself you’ll bore.You’ll sigh with delight, “Why, this guy’s all right!Why haven’t we met before?”